Songtext
Mmm, pull up
Let the bassline roll in the square
Roots and culture, yeah
(Fire burning)
They call it fake behind the glass
I plant the seed inside the grass
Let them talk and run their mouth
We feed the youth down in the south
(Feed the youth now)
They build a wall out of a lie
While heavy harvest reach the sky
Strumming strings beside the market stall
Yam and banana lining up the wall
Doubter sitting in a cool closed room
Calling my guitar a phantom in the gloom
Let him run his mouth while coins drop in
Every single dollar make the small farmer win
We don't care about the noise outside
We buy the fertilizer far and wide
Pushing up the soil with an iron spade
Look at all the progress that the reggae music made
Spreading real butter on the local whole bread
Blessing every family so the hungry get fed
(Gotta get fed)
They call it fake behind the glass
I plant the seed inside the grass
Let them talk and run their mouth
We feed the youth down in the south
(Feed the youth now)
They build a wall out of a lie
While heavy harvest reach the sky
Sweet wooden music floating through the street
Rhythm give the people something real to eat
They sit down and argue if the voice is genuine
I stand in the sun where the real spirit shine
Tractor in the field buying fuel for the tank
Money go to purpose, never sitting in a bank
Truth is in the harvest, truth is in the grain
Rain coming down to wash away the pain
(Wash it away)
Vibration higher than their foolish debate
Real food put upon a real wooden plate
They stay talking, we keep walking
Roots keep growing in the land
(In the land, in the land)
They call it fake behind the glass
I plant the seed inside the grass
Let them talk and run their mouth
We feed the youth down in the south
(Feed the youth now)
They build a wall out of a lie
While heavy harvest reach the sky
Let them talk, let them doubt
We know what the roots about
(Roots and culture)
Plant the seed
Feed the nation
(Yeah, feed them all)